From within to the extern-ity, oh the irony Submission, you say?Funny games words do playWhen you ask for people to set free the thoughts in their mindsUsing the word that literally defines

Bow Down.

Bow down, or set free?Millions of thoughts swirling inside of meLeaping towards the empty, blank spaceWhere my compass says, "thy net will appear!"Attempting to defeat the fear That cripples each from withinCaptured and heldThat intoxicating spellBound by the seven of swords.

So if submission is what of us you seek, I’ve discovered, it’s both this way and that.

To bow down and set freeAll the thoughts caged up inside of meLurching and swirling forward and back

So a submission you want?I gladly oblige, stranger from Churchill SquareFor your request to submitHas thrown me into a fit of words and release of thoughtThe end of the lurching forward and backAlways off trackAnd finally from thought to pen

May the gates open and monsoon enraptureAll that dare to be engulfed

For the divine creative flowing straight throughThe heptad inside of you To the limitlessnessOf the infinite abyssThat each can reach, only if we so dare

For what is there really to fear?But a simple submission that’s caused recognitionAll from having moved a chair.